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Just before the match to determine who would face The Number Three at Heatwave was scheduled to begin, the heavy driving beat of Warriors of the World by Manowar hit the PA system, which could only mean one thing...the Evolution Champion would be gracing the fans with his presence for some reason.

Major Devastation emerged from the tunnel, not dressed to compete, but clad in the custom Armani suit that he had taken to wearing since taking his rightful place at the top of the mountain in WWE:E with the company's top prize slung over his shoulder where it belonged, and carrying a baseball bat with him that many would recognize as the very same bat that he'd been assaulted with the week prior. Ignoring the jeers of the crowd, and not even bothering to acknowledge the parasites in the crowd, the Devil Dog proceeded down the ramp with a purpose as he made a beeline for the ring. While it wasn't blatantly obvious, and Major did his best to cover it up, he was still showing some aftereffects from the events of last week's show...especially when he began to climb the steps on to the apron, where a bit of a grimace could be seen bleeding through the sneer that was plastered across his mug.

"Please welcome at this time, the WWE:E Evolution Champion...the Best in the Business...Major Devastation!"

After demanding that the ring announcer hold open the ropes for him, Major stepped into the squared circle and swiped the microphone out of his hands.

"CUT MY MUSIC!!!" the champ bellowed, just as soon as the stick was in his possession. Just like the last time Devastation had taken to the mic, the crowd seemed to take pleasure in drowning him out with a barrage of boos every time he prepared to speak. "Look, you idiots, I've got all night. The longer you keep this crap up, the longer I hold up the show so you may as well just stow it already."

Once the crowd finally shut up, Major continued, "Now, I'm sure you all are well aware of the fact that I was assaulted during my match last week with Salem Croft, robbing me of the satisfaction of beating him to a bloody pulp before pinning his shoulders to the mat for the three count. The arena security was incompetent enough to not only allow a suspiciously-clad spectator to carry an unauthorized foreign object into the venue, the freaking imbeciles let said individual jump over the railing with a baseball bat and attack not just a contracted WWE:E superstar, but the WWE:E EVOLUTION CHAMPION from behind like a spineless little chickenshit. Needless to say, the security staff from last week are no longer employed, but I digress..."

Raising the weapon he carried into the air, Major displayed the baseball bat for the cameras as he himself examined the hunk of wood that had been used to beat the crap out of him. "This baseball bat I have here happens to be the very same one that was used in the audacious attack on my person. By all appearances, this is a standard wooden bat...nothing special about it. However, if one were to take a closer look at it, the person responsible for this becomes plain as day." Holding the business end of the bat where the camera could get a good look, Devastation read the words engraved on the bat out loud, practically spitting the words out..."PUNK...VILLE...SLUGGER"

After taking a moment to regain some of his composure, and to allow this revelation to sink into the feeble little minds of the spectators, the Master of Disaster continued, "I've been told that someone matching the description of my assailant has been spotted in the building tonight, so why don't we just cut to the chase, shall we? I know you're here you damn coward, so how about you get your a** out here and face me like a man!"

"You're damn right, I did," Major bellowed, although his rage seemed to have been tempered slightly. "It's a shame that you can't seem to muster the same level of testicular fortitude to confront someone face to face as you do when you're armed and attacking someone from behind...but regardless, I've got a couple of messages to deliver."

The Master of Disaster paused briefly to clear his throat before he raised the mic again. "The first is for your buddy, Matt Shanahan, and it is simply: 'Be careful what you wish for...you just might get it.' For weeks, he's been trying to get in my head. After last week, he has my full attention. Now, I'm going to make him regret it."

"As for my second message...", the champ began, leaning against the ropes as he made a beckoning gesture toward the back, "that one's for YOU, ya little s**t stain." As he said this, four rather large individuals clad in black paramilitary attire emerged from backstage, each one wielding a retractable police baton. After taking up positions surrounding Shanahan's lackey, one of the men in black immediately took a swing at the hooded man, attempting to catch him in the back of the knee with his weapon.

Major cracked a wicked grin as his hired thugsprivate security force began their work, taking the knee out from underneath Shanahan's messenger. As the hooded man stumbled forward into a kneeling position, the second of the four men raised his weapon, looking to bring it down across the lower back of his target.

OOF!!! Thug #2 dropped like a sack of bricks as the new arrival tackled him to the ground. Unfortunately for him/her/it/whatever, there were still three others who were still standing, and the numbers game was not on his side.

One of Major's jackbooted enforcers would continue to focus on his boss' assailant as he would attempt to begin stomping the living s**t out of Shanahan's messenger, while the remaining two that were still on their feet looked to start whaling on the second hooded figure with their batons.

As the two jackbooted thugs were pummeling the hooded zealot with their batons, they were unaware of the arrival of two more of their punching bag's compatriots and quickly found themselves looking at the lights as their legs were taken out from underneath them.

The third member of Major's security squad, however, did notice their arrival and reluctantly had to stop giving his boss' assailant the Dr. Rockzo treatment as he attempted to rush to the aid of his colleagues...which would prompt the actual arena security to swarm the stage to prevent the brawl from escalating further.

Major looked on as the security hauled off the battling thugs, not appearing to care one way or the other...until a swarm of people dressed exactly like the chump that the Master of Disaster put on the shelf and relieved of the top prize in WWE:E began to surround the ring. Devastation calmly removed his sunglasses and placed them in the inside pocket of his blazer and laid it, along with the Evolution Championship in the corner of the ring as he surveyed Shanahan's Army. After all, the Devil Dog did still hold the benefit of having the higher ground.

So...out of the multitude of Shanahan supporters surrounding the ring, it would be a tiny little blonde wisp of a woman that had the cojones to try to take out the hulking Master of Disaster. A pity that she didn't have the brains to match, rushing in headlong like that.

Showing no qualms about what he was about to do, Major set his footing and would attempt to catch his would-be assailant in midair, and if successful, had every intention of putting her right back down with a thunderous Double A Spinebuster.

One thing the USMC makes damn sure to drill into every Marine in combat training, it's ALWAYS WATCH YOUR PERIPHERALS! Major saw the oncoming goon and ducked under the elbow, attempting to hoist him up into a fireman's carry in response so that he could potentially eject the wannabe Punk from the ring with a Military Press drop over the top rope.